Poems, written as footnotes on life as it unfolds.
everything I look at demands something of me
Everything I look at demands something of me, that is to say, almost always, 51 weeks and weekends of the year. But this past weekend, this 1 weekend of 52, something else happened instead. Sat in a car in remote Scotland with 3 friends from times long gone by, I...
She is all
she she is all smooth all rich all deep evokes all long steady strokes all base and bass notes all low vibration all cedar mellows she gives way to melody to step-toe across waters dance like light high, fleeting and bright when melody flits and fades away she she...
She-ever
whomever whoever she-ever that is who I see to the girl I was thank you dear heart you were rarely free to the woman I will be I see you through the woods I hear you breathe my she-ever my child my elder me Image by Nika Akin from Pixabay
Prior years
Though I need the compost of prior years though it is in fact unavoidable that I must sit in it Though I can draw on intent and toil and turn the mess to eek out the very best nutrients of that time It is compost now it is moulding and mulching now both decomposing...
and in those times
Ever since each of us were small we have encountered the repeated emphasis on the two, or three or even five year plan. Initially this is framed within education, getting through GCSE's, A-level's, Higher Education. Thereafter we enter the world of work and are faced...
Bull
the problem wasn’t the red rag, or the green, blue or violet, the problem was the bull and it’s propensity for violence the problem wasn’t the china that lay dormant upon the shelves, the problem was the shopkeeper whose doorkey let dominance prevail /Image by 51581...
Orbit
In walking on a summers day we may sometimes spot in the morning, the sun and the moon are both in the sky and that signals some kind of intergalactic balance. If this is coupled with a earworm of recently read words that tumble over as footsteps take us onwards, it...
six word stories
It can be easier to explain. To state how things are. With only six words, or less. Condense life chapters to six words. Mine would look like this. Do share yours. every bright moment matters cherish now, time is too short expansive lives confined to boxes floodgates...
In my work I don’t make anything I can hold in my hands
In my work I don't make anything I can hold in my hands, it's like being a time capsule made up only of stories. I like to imagine poems as some kind of repair shop, where moments of lives once forgotten, left to waste, disgraced, are written back into existence. As...
Blue as a backdrop to everything
we have been stuck in the longest of springs one which has offered only pockets of sunshine teasing us with meagre crumbs almost mean in being so fleeting we have been mostly cold mostly indoors or wrapped in layer upon layer so when the sun shows her face we barely...
Three day moon
Life just now is like the three day moon not nothing nor everything a portion of light destined to expand and contract shadows of responsibility dominate the landscapes Occasionally there will come a break in the clouds so the whole surface floods with light and all...
Ten minutes
Wellbeing is all well and good. I totally believe in it. Even when finding ten minutes seems almost impossible what with working, mothering, house-hold running. Especially all the different kinds of 'just take ten minutes to...' activities that are recommended across...